d͓̽e͓̽a͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽y͓̽e͓̽s͓̽

he told me my e͓̽y͓̽e͓̽s͓̽ always looked im dead inside

fun to be around, no fun to be

don't know why you can't see the dread and fire inside of me

i light cigarette after cigarette, drink wine like it's water

desperately trying to put out the fires, classic ʏƚiᴎɒꙅᴎi

bribing my brain with neurocandy, asking for my thoughts to go at a slow pace

there's always the old trick of heart and hand

up our sleeve we all have an ace;

ready to play when you're ready for your eternal break from the drudge of being

maybe my e͓̽y͓̽e͓̽s͓̽ look dead because I know where i can go if i play the final flush

e͎y͎e͎s͎s͓̽ look forward, but behind the retina, inches deep, my brain plays daydreams

of what it would be like to drown away in blood's final b♥l♥u♥s♥h